the half moon
shone with an inner light
stars slowly shyly appeared
for the sun
had not fully relinquished the sky
crickets sawed away
at their strange love songs
bats began their darting fluttering hunt
the trees were still silhouetted on the darkening sky
it was a brief time of peace
of playing in the gathering night
until that faint call
come home
come home
The Ace Hotel Notebook 